This is the view that we woke up to for two weeks straight. I mean....seriously? How do people even cope with this view?
Some people feel rested and rejuvenated when they return from trips. I feel cranky and wanderlust-y (I know. Totally not a real word.) For those of you who live in Nashville, I think that you can understand when I say that the second that our car turned onto that God-awful Gallatin Road, my eyes filled with whiney-butt "gonna throw a tantrum" tears. For those of you who don't live in Nashville, just imagine a scenario where cute flocks of fluffy sheep are replaced by disgruntled drivers...where beautiful ocean vistas and grassy hills are replaced by payday loan shops and dirty, vacant lots....where the still, silent evenings that come when you're teetering at the end of the world give way to the age-old game of "was that a gunshot or fireworks that I just heard?" Yep. Hello, Nashville. You can just bite me.
I know. It sounds totally ungrateful and stupid to say anything negative about being given the chance to take such a trip, doesn't it? You're allowed to just ignore me as I come to terms with my urban, landlocked world again. Or if you live in Ireland, please consider adopting me. I'm great with sheep and my great-grandmother's third husband used to say that I was stout enough to pull a plow. I'm sure that we can accommodate each other nicely.
I'm trying to wrap my mind around the whole thing and get some posts together about the experience. If you ever get the chance to go to Ireland, say "yes" so fast that your tongue spins out of control. Trust me on that one.
Until next time,
x's and o's,
p.s. Your destination guesses on the last post were AWESOME.